twice imagines [ON GOING]

lipstick marks; p.jh

Female Reader
soloist!jihyo

"Where'd you learn to tie a tie?" Jihyo asked, her eyes trained on you. You laughed nervously and hooked the piece of clothing around her neck, trying to avoid her intense gaze. A faint blush covered your cheeks, but unnoticeable enough to let you pass it off as the heat.

"I'm your assistant. It's part of my job to know many things."

She hummed in dissatisfaction, but closed her eyes and tilted her head up a little. In the action, the black shirt she was wearing slipped off her shoulders, revealing the white top beneath. Gulping, you flexed your fingers before working your way with the tie, starting with a simple loop.

"I need you to, uh.." You were too embarrassed to tell her you needed more access, but she caught your eye and threw her head back. Your hands were shaky as you continued, attempting to avoid brushing against her warm skin but at times, it was inevitable.

It had been a bad idea to do this in a toilet stall. It wasn't made for two people, so your body was trapped between her legs, no space for you to move back. It was also a bad idea because you swear your heart was going to explode. How scandalous, a mere assistant crushing on a worldwide famous singer?

Somehow you'd survived, and now you were watching as she posed for the camera, flower petals scattered around her while she sat on a plain black board. You didn't notice yourself biting your lip until you let it go, startled when the director called out a loud "break time!".

Jihyo stood up and made her way over to you immediately, hand extended for a sip of water. Once you handed it to her, you moved to rest somewhere much farther back, wanting a breath of fresh air, but paused when Jihyo spoke.

"Director," she said, "I had a couple ideas for the photos."

He curiously turned to her, and you were too intrigued to leave and walk away.

Maybe you were hallucinating, because you seemed to think that Jihyo had glanced your way. But why would she do that if she didn't need anything? You brushed it off, waiting to see if you were needed to fetch some props.

"The concept is about longing for someone, desire, impatience," she continued. "And, I don't know, wouldn't it be better if I had lipstick marks on me?"

The director, surprised, raised his eyebrows. He shrugged. "If that's what you like, then sure. It's your album, after all."

"Thanks."

But then the director realized something. "But how are we going to do that? We have lipstick, but-"

"Y/N." The soloist was staring at you, and you could feel the tips of your ears heating up. You peeked out from behind a chair and stood in front of her, trying to pretend that you didn't know what she was thinking.

"Y-yes?"

She looked you up and down. "Put on some lipstick and meet me in the changing-room."

Why me, why me, why me, you chanted in your head. Standing in front of the changing-room door, you contemplated running away and saying you felt sick. That wasn't entirely a lie: your hands were clammy, your face was flushed, sweat was rolling down the back of your neck, and you felt as if you could throw up butterflies on the floor.

You can't face her, especially not with what she was expecting you to do.

The lipstick coating your lips felt restricting, but you took a deep breath and twisted the doorknob, deciding to just get it done with.

Inside, she was waiting impatiently, leaning against the dresser. When she heard the door open, her eyes instantly locked with yours, a small smirk evidently pulling at her lips. "Come."

You obediently did as she asked, stopping right in front of her. Jihyo's tie had been loosened, her shirt unbuttoned from the first few buttons. She got straight to the point and tapped her cheek. "Kiss."

These single word commands were driving you crazy, but you obliged. You pressed your tinted lips on her skin, making sure to leave a mark so you wouldn't have to do it again. You felt a spark when your lips met her cheek, and when you pulled away, you longed to feel that spark again.

"Your lips are softer than I imagined."

You bit your lip to prevent a sound from escaping. You squeaked out a small "thanks", sucking in a breath when Jihyo caught you by the wrist and pulled you even closer than you had been before.

She pulled down the collar of her shirt, exposing her neck to you like earlier that day. You knew what she wanted you to do next - you just couldn't bring yourself to do it. "Do I really have to?" you whined, losing all professionalism. Jihyo nodded and said, "Hurry up."

You sighed and moved closer, planting your hands on the dresser and trapping the idol between your arms. Slowly, your head approached her neck, and time seemed to slow down when you gave her the first kiss. Jihyo hummed, allowing you to relax and do another. And another. And another.

Every kiss and every breathy sigh caused the atmosphere to grow a little hotter. You didn't notice her hand travel from your shoulder to your waist until you pulled away, admiring your work.

Her neck was peppered with kisses only inches apart. It resembled a garden of red roses. Glancing at the mirror behind her, you saw the maroon of your lips matching the crimson of your face perfectly. "Done."

Before you could move, you felt cold hands tracing up your neck, coming to rest on your jaw. Jihyo's eyes were trained on your lips in a somewhat hungry manner, the pad of her thumb caressing your cheeks softly. "One last thing."

You tried not to look at the marks you left on her neck. Something in you was proud of what you'd done, a desire to please her overtaking your last thread of sanity. Waiting for her to give you another order (which you would gladly do without hesitance this time), the low mumble of her voice entered your ears. "You think my lipstick should be smudged?"

Confusion flooded your body. "What?"

She was closer now, maybe inches away. The slightest movement would cause your lips to collide, but that seemed to be alright with you. You felt at ease now, no longer nervous because Jihyo seemed to share the attraction with you. After all, why would she let you in so close to her personal space?

"Yeah, I think it should," she decided, and she brought you closer to connect her lips to yours.

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this was sitting in my drafts for a while now